philippines

Still roaming around the Philippines… living the seemingly endless cycle of checking out of hotels, boarding planes, complaining about the traffic and trying to jam as much work into a day as humanly possible. At this point, spending two or more consecutive nights in the same hotel is starting to bear a powerful resemblance to waking up in your own bed and Cebu Airport is quickly beginning to feel like a second home.

The best thing about landing a spontaneous project on a military base (besides the seriously movie-esque jungle foliage & bamboo buildings) is that you get to feel like a cross between Rambo and G.I. Jane for a couple of days… or in my case more like a 6-year old in Toys-R-Us.

That being said, schedule's been nothing short of intense and the last few days are but a blur of crack-of-dawn-wake-ups, tiny airports, work, hotel beds, mysterious internet passwords and an insane amount of mango juice.